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Seven Minutes To Midnight Lyrics by Manteye
Manteye Lyrics
(Mark Manthei)
He Was A Big Man And A Holy Roller
With The Bible In His Hand And Rosary Beads
He Had A Shot Gun In The Window Of His Pick-Up
And He Laid Down The Law, That's What He Believed
He Worked The Drive-In's Every Sunday
Put The Fear Of God In Every Woman And Man
And The Plate Was Passed By The Sisters Of Mercy
As He Screamed At The Top Of His Lungs He Said
There Ain't No Retribution For The Innocent Man
I
t's Seven Minutes To Midnight
And Your Time Is Almost Gone
It's Seven Minutes To Midnight
You'd Better Save Your Soul
If You've Done Wrong
Now There's Another Man Who's Riding In A Limousine
Telling His Stories To The Innocent One's
He's Made The Big Time, You Can See Him On Television
Talking To The Pilgrims In The California Sun
He Works The Stadiums Just Like A Professional
Brings Big Dollars On Any Old Day
He's Got The Shine On His Forehead
That'll Make You Feel Good
But You Don't Get The Message
'Til The Message Comes Through
At Seven Minutes To Midnight
When Your Time Is Almost Gone
It's Seven Minutes To Midnight
You'd Better Save Your Soul
If You've Done Wrong
It's Seven Minutes
Seven Minutes
Seven Minutes To Midnight.
[Thanks to Mark Manthei for lyrics]
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